Better late than never
Finally got pictures of Ronan. Lots of hugs and thanks to accerbus_caelum for fixing the color on them. It was really hard to look at them the way they were.
This is Ronan in Greg's arm. The little guy wasn't really much bigger than his hand.
Here's the little one's face. Everyone, including my doctor, seems to think he had my nose and my chin. Obviously, he didn't have my chin, since you can see he only has one.
In this picture, he is being held by Deb.
And here he is with Godmother Kris.
And this is me after surgery holding my baby boy. I wish I had memories of touching him when he was still alive. :-(
And my personal favorite picture, Greg holding his son.
Last night we had a private ritual in our backyard. It included way too much alcohol and a fire. And some tears. And some healing. Thanks to my dear friends for being understanding.
Tomorrow is the memorial service. It's going to be a long day, probably with even more tears.
And tonight is the Samhain ritual at church. I have to decide what I want to put on the altar in memory of Ronan. I think I'm going to take the impression of his hands and feet. That is my favorite item. But then, I am far more tactile than visual.
Now, I must go and prepare something for the potluck tonight. It's kind of hard to believe that all of this started six months ago.
This is Ronan in Greg's arm. The little guy wasn't really much bigger than his hand.
Here's the little one's face. Everyone, including my doctor, seems to think he had my nose and my chin. Obviously, he didn't have my chin, since you can see he only has one.
In this picture, he is being held by Deb.
And here he is with Godmother Kris.
And this is me after surgery holding my baby boy. I wish I had memories of touching him when he was still alive. :-(
And my personal favorite picture, Greg holding his son.
Last night we had a private ritual in our backyard. It included way too much alcohol and a fire. And some tears. And some healing. Thanks to my dear friends for being understanding.
Tomorrow is the memorial service. It's going to be a long day, probably with even more tears.
And tonight is the Samhain ritual at church. I have to decide what I want to put on the altar in memory of Ronan. I think I'm going to take the impression of his hands and feet. That is my favorite item. But then, I am far more tactile than visual.
Now, I must go and prepare something for the potluck tonight. It's kind of hard to believe that all of this started six months ago.